In stars above
In the fireflies in the sky above,
Gases collide with grace—no gaslighting~
They weave star-carpets that shimmer and wink,
God’s lanterns flaring to soften our darkness.
A fusion of hydrogen and helium nuclei~
Forms a premium spirit that sparkles,
Like a naked flame through a bright hole in the dark,
Yet forming galaxies remains their thrill.
With self-gravity, bound as twinkling gems,
Blind to our eyes till night removes their veils.
But at the break of dawn, they come as our sun~
Patting the earth by closing in their distance.
Our sun—our star—burns fiercest, shines nearest,
Yet not like Wolf-Rayet stars that blaze beyond,
Beaming ultraviolet and X-ray storms.
Our sun’s own heat falls as snowflakes in its core.
Still in this winking, silver-banded rainbow,
Water boils as smoky fire, not as vapor.
Blue flames are the chill of a mortuary’s breath,
While the hottest star is a colder form of hell.
So many dare a journey to the heart of stars,
Yet through indulgence crave a pleasure-stay in hell,
Where souls may burn in blue and blackened flame—
Leaving no trace, no char, no ash behind.
Written for the contest: This or That, Vol 34
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Contest Judged: June 29th, 2025 3:07:00 PM
Placement: Second
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Maclawrence Famuyiwa
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